Letra de No More Questions - A Boogie wit da Hoodie

It was good if you ask me

Thinkin' 'bout what I'm finna say now

We've been going through this every day now

What's good with you?

I still remember bein' in the hood with you

Money got these bitches on my johnson so badly

They tried to spin me in Cali, got bumpy like acne

I got a lot but I want much more

I wanted more than I deserved, I

Picked you up and dropped you off like a curbside

You show me the best of you with your third eye

Never around love

You made the hairs on my body stick up like I was Alfalfa

DTB, these bitches ain't loyal, cannot vouch for 'em

You wasn't with me when I slept on the couch, now

In my city, they treat me like Gillie in Philly

If I give you game, it's gon' be worth like a billi'

Give a bitch my heart, she let it go in the river

It's a whole 'nother story, this ain't Bobby and Whitney

I got a whole lotta money, you could spend it with me

Smack the soul out a nigga, you think it's funny, ain't Shiggy

I'm not a role model, nigga, I got killers with me

Holes in your body, bitch, you could never be 50

And I got bruised once for lovin' a girl

Confused, thinkin' bitch-ass niggas was so thurl

Paddy wagon used to spin the block, was only sellin' weed

I'd rather see that nigga in a box before he tell on me

Out of all the altercations with the opps, they never fell on me

And I was in conversations with the akhis bout investments, baby, did I stutter?

All these M&Ms got niggas actin' shady, I miss Butter

When they killed my friend, I felt like blastin' somethin'

Shit was all good if you asked me

Until you started askin' bout Tiffany and Ashley

I looked through your phone, I ain't gon' lie, you did me badly

You looked through my phone, what you expect to see? I'm nasty

Don't ask me shit, don't hit me up about no bullshit

Especially when you interrupt me while I'm workin'

I pick you up, you said, bring the car with the curtains

Girls that I deserted, I don't deserve them

Will you be with me when it all falls down?

Look at the Richie, baby, time will tell

If I get the best of you, then I have to

Show you the best of me

You can't stop askin' me questions

About who I'm textin'

Girl, I'm good if you ask me

I never dated Tiffany or Ashley, just ask them

Baby, if I got it, you got it, and I got mad funds

It's okay to treat me like an arcade, you can have fun

These rap niggas my sons, and if they breed, I got grandsons

It's things that she wanna know about me

You keep on askin' me questions

About who I'm textin'

And about who I'm sexin'

I can't take it, no, no

You keep interruptin' my flexin'

Who you think you checkin'?

Girl, you can go get to steppin'

'Cause I can't take it, no, no

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